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Putting up curtains in the garage apartment
by Meghan HelmichIt's taken a month to move in,
where I can practice my hiding
among the sheets and towels and casserole dishes.
I didn't need time to notice the low ceilings,
the walls of sunken shelves or the lingering madness
of the previous tenant.
We burned sage and sweet grass along the lengths of the room
and swore at the spirits to get gone.
I have my own ghosts to hang. 12/12/2011 Posted on 12/12/2011
Copyright © 2026 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 12/12/11 at 10:01 PM Love this |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/13/11 at 10:23 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/14/11 at 08:56 PM The sunken shelves and lingering madness? I think I know a thing or two about those, but you write about them better than I ever could. |
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